Angels come to me in dreams

To lovingly explain the things I’ve seen

And still don’t have the mind to understand.

But I just brush them off

Before they’re ready to go.

I just answer back,

“I know, I know”.

But I don’t.

And it shows.

So each dream,

In numbers they grow,

Until the multitude of heaven

Weighs down my sleeping head.

And so I will sleep deeper,

The angels may start screaming,

Before long, they’ll even come

Into the day.

I brush them off

“I know, I know”.

I don’t know,

I only hope they stay…